More than a decade later, I repeatedly make the attempt, only to fall again and return to the waiting.
Funny thing, I no longer know what I am waiting for, as what I envision seems to no longer exist.
I am not sure that it ever did…

purgatory, the waiting
there is no redemption at its end,
only the promise of a flatter
mattress and yellowed teeth…..Joanna, I love the lines…the desperation, the realization . Sad …it draws me in, good write. I like the mention of the rosary and not being a good catholic and digging for the chain that was never given.

for a car crash, for a lightning strike,
to see someone i recognize….and i think i loved you more when we were desperate….ugh….it is different…waiting sucks…stuck in limbo as well…been there …and its not a lot of fun….

As always, you make the longing, the razor sadness a gorgeous, enviable state. It’s limbo, of course, and the Catholic iconography only helps to underscore how dear and true this pain is to your soul. A flatter mattress and yellow teeth – bril, as is the closing – where we all spend many years still looking for the fantasies that were never there to begin with. Please post a pic of you wearing your La Poetessa tiara. Loved this and the massive talent what wrote this – Mosky

isn’t that a poet’s job, to make the sadness an enviable state, to make the pain, art? sublimation is what we do, Mosk. 🙂 thanks for your always too-kind estimation. and i am still looking for that right tiara. 😉

thank you, Dick. that first part of your comment, “wonderfully jaded, world-weary romanticism,” feels like it about sums me up these days, perfectly. if i ever get this next collection of poems together, will you do me a review? *smiles*

Something about this piece conveyed a well-worn familiarity, like I was in conversation with an old friend. This was beautiful, and sad– the quiet sadness you feel in the midst of the realization you are growing older; have already left so much behind.

This verse walks an infinitely narrow tightrope stretched above a sea of bitterness. I am in admiration of the images and metaphors, from the impersonality of suits, to the wayward rosary accidentally discovered. Beautifully crafted.